Brazilian Pledges Future to
by Iain Tully
date June 10th 1999 Scotland vs Brazil. The opening match of the world cup. The
eyes of the world watching Stade De France. Meanwhile back at the Holyrood, London (the
drinking den, em meeting place of the London Hibs) the atmosphere is hotting up.
Expecting a full house of Hibbies
and Scotsmen I donned kilt and retro Scotland top and made my way to the Scottish pub.
Pleasantries were exchanged with the Brazilians as I made my way there (somehow the
English seem quiet and distant in the presence of a kilted member of the tartan army).
I found on my arrival the bar had
been transformed into another world. Brazilians (many of whom had been there ages) had
taken over. Flags, seats in a neat row in front of the big screen, there was a danger of
being out numbered !
As kickoff approached I realised I
was the only kilted soldier in the bar. Obligatory questions asked (by Paulo from Sao
Paulo) and photos where taken so I did manage to make the most of the situation.
The atmosphere was probably the best
of the tournament at the Holyrood. The main support of the Brazilians came from a big girl
called Flavia. They were all urging Taffarel to Come and catch the ball its
yours! (in Portuguese) in response we sang Taffy, Taffy drop the ball. I
also noted that Edmundo is refered to as Animal.
Well the rest is confined to
history. They scored (shocker). A miracle sent from heaven P-E-N-A-L-T-Y ! JC steps
up scores ! Overcome with emotion I had to do something so after straddling a few
bemused Brazilians I was under the screen facing the crowd. Taking inspiration from Mel
Gibson I turned around and celebrated Braveheart-style, proving to the Brazilians what it
means to be a true Scotsman (pished, in kilt, will do moony).
Of course we went on to lose the
game in tragic fashion but my efforts didnt go unnoticed and a few invitations to
parties were dished out and we went on to dance into the night despite being turned away
from the Roundhouse (Id like to see them ban English colours during the World Cup).
As it turned out the numbers of
Brazilians was down to an English school just down the road. I met up with a few of them
for a beer later in the week. So after sitting down to discover that my pint had been
nicked by an Englishman this girl came up to me and said "I dont know what your
name is but I know what your bottom looks like. I thought "No a bad chat up
So there it was the chance meeting,
a variation on the eyes meeting across the crowded dance floor. The relationship developed
over the next few months to the point when she left to return home. I promised to come out
and bought a ticket.
In February I flew to Sao Paulo, we
met up and things had been the way we left them. I had decided over the months we were
apart this was the girl for me so after meeting the family and settling in a few days I
popped the question and she said "Yes". We talked for ages and then she said
"Now how are you going to tell my father?". [Oops, he doesnt speak any
English. But the first day I met him he sat me down in front of the telly gave me a beer
and put the footie on (Palmeras also Green & White are his team) with football
who needs language anyway ?]
The next morning after a few quick
lessons in Portuguese, and with the aid of a piece of paper I asked his permission and he
said "Yes, Welcome to the family". So the whisky, Hibs and Scotland tops must
have worked ! Later on that day he let me drive his tractor so I must have done good or
something got lost in the translation.
So, the Scotland rematch is
scheduled for the 2nd October 1999 (which knowing my luck will be the first
Derby game against Dunfermline!). Gabriela I cannae wait.
See here for a photo of Iain and Gabriela not on Portobello beach
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